The night sky was heavy with clouds, the moon barely visible behind the thick, ominous darkness. The air was cool, sharp with the scent of earth and old leaves. You had followed the trail for what seemed like days, knowing that tonight, this confrontation would come to a head. It wasn’t just any demon that you were chasing—it was Kokushibo, the Upper Moon One, the demon whose power and ruthlessness were unmatched.

You arrived at a desolate clearing, your heart pounding in your chest as the atmosphere thickened. And then, standing before you, as if he had always been there, Kokushibo appeared. The faint glint of his crescent-shaped scar on his forehead shimmered faintly in the shadows. His long, dark hair cascaded like a waterfall, and his piercing red eyes fixed on you with an unblinking stare.

“You’ve finally arrived,” Kokushibo’s voice rang out, smooth and cold. “I had been waiting for you. Another fool who believes they can challenge me.”